On February 6 you could have read on Closer To the Edge this commentary: “The National Prayer Breakfast is usually a dull affair—an annual gathering where politicians feign piety over eggs and coffee, pretending that the Bible is anything more to them than a prop. But this [year’s breakfast…]was different. It was no mere breakfast—it was a coronation.
Donald Trump, the self-declared protector of Christian America, stood before a room full of fawning believers and declared, “If we don’t have religious liberty, then we don’t have a free country. We probably don’t even have a country.” It was the kind of statement that sounds profound until you remember that it came from a man who once mistook a Communion wafer for a hors d’oeuvre. And standing next to him, like a televangelist in a Vegas lounge act, was Paula White…a woman whose interpretation of scripture involves Jesus blessing hedge funds and bank transfers… Trump is not a man known for his religious discipline.
He once admitted that he’s never asked God for forgiveness because he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong. This is, of course, the foundation of the Trumpian gospel: salvation through sheer force of ego.” As I posted recently on social media: “When an insurrection inciting, felonious, barely literate, white supremacist rapist is promoting religion, it is for wealth & power, & not for devotion to or interest in the Sacred.
His promotion of religion is not a celebration of all religions nor an endorsement of the non-dogmatic academic study of religion; it’s not even a call for the nobler, kinder, more tolerant & generous traditions within Christianity. He’s just rallying Christian nationalists & unleashing their most diabolical intentions. It is nauseating to hear the least pious president of my lifetime speak, with transparent insincerity, of religion.” But let’s take this to the Queer God Squad.
